Adulterers

Man:
(over radio) Now stay cool

out there, New Orleans.

It's going to be

hot again today.

They're expecting the

mercury to climb to 106!

That's right, folks,

it's too hot to sleep,

too hot to work,

and definitely too

hot to make whoopee!

(laughing)

Aw, sir,

I don't know about that.

Mm, it ain't never too hot to

make sweet love to your lady.

(phone beeping)

- Woman:
Hello?

- Hey, baby.

- Hey.

- I got some bad news.

I am going to have to work

a double tonight.

Baby, that's the

third time this week.

I know, I know.

But, hey, I rescheduled

Demarco's on Saturday night.

Yeah, that's good.

Hey, are you at a restaurant?

Yeah, I just walked

into the ladies' restroom,

- freshen up a little bit.

- Sam:
Okay, okay.

I know this sucks,

but are you okay with this?

Not really, but what else

am I going to do?

God knows we need the money.

I heard that.

Well, I should be home

before 11.

It'd be real nice

if you'd wait up for me.

- Why?

- Cause I just want to

do some awfully sweet things

to you, baby.

How awful we talking?

You remember Biloxi?

Mm, I love it when

you go bad on me, Sammy.

Happy anniversary, baby girl,

I love you with all my heart.

I love you too.

- I'll see you later.

- Bye, baby.

(phone clicking shut)

(shudders)

- Lola:
Hey, Sam.

- Well, hey there, Lola.

How you doing today, girl?

I'm good.

I see Jimmy finally lets

you out that office, huh?

Yeah, I don't think that man

likes me very much.

The way I see it,

you always gonna be

working at that office,

'cause he likes looking at you.

(groans)

Yeah, you're probably

right about that.

(giggling)

(phone vibrating)

This is Samuel Dueprey.

Oh, hey, how y'all doing?

Good, good.

Will they be ready for me

to pick up by one o'clock?

All right, I don't know,

just something real pretty.

Hey, chrysanthemums,

tulips, they pretty?

(whispering)

Yes, yes!

All right then, chrysanthemums

and tulips, that'll do.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, hey,

you got dark chocolates?

Would you throw a

box of them in there?

Yeah, she loves that stuff.

Today is our

one year anniversary.

All right then, Lucy, I'll

see you around one, all right?

Bye.

I didn't mean to

eavesdrop or nothin',

but that is so sweet.

Aw, well, thank you.

I just hope Ashley

likes 'em, you know.

Oh, she will,

your wife is a very lucky girl.

Oh, she ain't the lucky one,

she's just real pretty

and sweet like pecan pralines.

I'm the lucky one.

Well, congratulations.

Well, thank you so much, hun.

Thank you, thank you.

You're sweet, darling.

Y'all got big plans for later?

Well, we were supposed

to go to Demarco's tonight.

Nice.

Yeah, that's real nice.

She's been wanting to go

there for a long time.

We had a reservation,

but I had to cancel it.

Oh.

With all they

layoffs and what not,

Jimmy's got me

working a double, so...

Didn't you tell him

it was your anniversary?

No, because I

got my new truck,

we just moved in a

new house in Lakeside,

it's a lot of money, you know?

- I stay in Lakeside.

- Get out of here!

Yeah, just past the mall.

- Sam:
Really?

- Lola:
Yeah.

Hey, Jimmy.

(giggling)

He's hitting that.

He's tapping that ass.

Look at 'em,

they're flirting all the time,

is that company policy?

Tyrone, they're two

types of men in this world.

There's those who have jobs,

and those who had jobs,

now which type are you?

I'm the have jobs.

Sam:
All right then,

that's it for me.

You have yourself a good day.

All right, hey, uh, Sam?

It's supposed to be

a real hot one today,

so try to stay cool all right?

I hear you, darling,

I'll catch you later.

Bye, Sam.

Is there anything

I can help you with?

Do you still have this unit?

Let me see here.

Now, we been selling this

one like hotcakes lately.

Bet you have.

Well, it's two

aisles over, on 12.

Would you like for me

to walk you over there?

Are you always this helpful?

You always wear that smile?

At Southern Airlines

we always wear a smile.

Well, Miss Scott,

it is my pleasure.

Thank you,

assistant manager Sam Dueprey.

(truck engine roaring)

(music plays over radio)

Sh*t, motherf***er!

(sighs)

Son of a b*tch.

(children playing)

(whistling)

(sighs)

(exhales)

(sniffs)

(phone beeping)

(phone ringing in the distance)

(moaning)

(thudding)

(moaning)

(gun cocking)

(screaming)

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, no!

- Woman:
Sammy, Sammy!

Wait, wait, wait, no!

(gunfire)

No, Sammy, Sammy!

Sammy, no, no, no!

(gunfire)

(pained gasping)

(footsteps descending

the stairs)

(sighs heavily)

(guns clattering)

(moaning)

(screaming)

Man:
Oh, sh*t!

Oh, sh*t, no, no, no!

Uh-uh, motherf***er.

Hey, there's no need for

all that, come on, man.

I'm so sorry,

I messed up, okay?

Don't hate me.

Just, come on, man.

Say something, go on, please.

Sam, right?

Isn't your name Sam?

Okay, just I'm the first

person to admit this.

This is horrible, this is

an unfortunate incident.

It's very, very, I admit that.

But there's no need for this

to end in violence, Sam.

I could just take my

things and I could go.

Sam:
You know what?

Why don't y'all sit y'all's

sorry asses on down over here.

Come on, man.

Sam:
Do I look

like I'm playing?

Sit your ass on down!

F***!

(heavy breathing)

(clattering)

Happy anniversary, baby.

(weeping)

You're ripping my heart.

(crying)

You're breaking

my f***ing heart.

Please try to forgive me.

What?

What'd I do wrong?

I make enough money.

I work too much,

god damn it, woman,

what the f*** did I do?

I need some answers.

Let's start with you, Punchy.

How long you been

f***ing my wife?

Why you gotta do this, Sam?

I ain't talking to you.

You know what this is here?

Metronome.

As you know,

this here is supposed to

help you keep time.

It ain't never really

worked for sh*t, though.

I used it to put me to sleep.

Thing is, this here?

It's gonna put you all to sleep.

(metronome ticking)

Cause when this

here stops beating,

if I ain't got my answers...

(imitates gunshot)

Game over.

I'm waiting, Punchy.

What you wanna know?

I wanna know how long

you been f***ing my wife!

Okay, I'm working

with you, just...

Sam:
Answer the question.

Maybe you need

yourself a drink, huh?

I can understand that.

Well, go on,

I already know where

your mouth been.

All right, that's enough.

Give it back.

Come on.

Well, I'm waiting, Punchy.

The peaches and I met

about six weeks ago.

Ya'll been f***ing

for six weeks?

No, no, no,

it's not like that.

It's not like that.

We only been intimate

about a few times.

Oh?

Just a few times, huh?

That's it, man.

Sam:
Just a few times, huh?

Yes, it was just a few times.

So about many

times we talking, hmm?

More than two times?

I don't know.

How many times did you

f*** my wife, God damn it!

It was like,

three or four times,

like three or four times,

Jesus f***ing Christ, man.

- Just let me...

- Sam:
See?

Now we getting somewhere,

cause now we communicating.

You always f*** her in my house?

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